[Verse 1: Josh Man]
Yup, so I'm in the game
Running shit up in this bitch, yup you know my fame
And I pop shit like my leather jackets
What the fuck? Tryna kiss me? You a fucking faggot?
Nice

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Sup bitches
Look who's fucking back
Getting complaints?
Shoot 'em with the Mac
Haha, so fucking fresh
Platinum album, that's the fucking best

[Interlude: Pimp C]
Give me the fucking mic, man
Shit

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Look buddy, I'm not your friend
So pull a knife across your throat and make your life end
I don't even fucking care
But my n***a Josh put on the mask and stay there
Fuck this beat
Stop the fucking beat Kanye
I don't give a fuck
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
Uh...
Fuck this beat, Jay-Z let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green
A little purple and pink
Then add some Swisher Sweets
Three or four more
Then leave it be

[Verse 5: Josh Man]
I guess that what we're tryna say
Is that we want to find a girl to date
I feel real lonely
The only thing I do is hang out with my homies
That's the saddest thing of all
A new sausage fest starts every fall
I ain't even ball
Ain't got a phone so don't call
Whatever. Fuck this. I'm out
Bye

[Verse 6: Matt Man]
Yeah dog
Yup
Woo